11-12-2025, 03:26 PM
Anil Sharma hamesha ki tarah subha jaldi uth ke office jaane ki tayyari kar raha tha, wo ek 37 saal ka single aadmi tha jisne hamesha shaadi karne se bahane banaye the, Anil ke maa baap indore mein rehte the aur Anil Mumbai mein. Anil highly educated tha jiske life mein paiso ka bohot jyada mahatva tha. Anil ke maa baap ne kaafi sacrifice kar ke Anil ko IIT bheja tha aur Anil ne bhi unka naam roshan kiya jab usse Mumbai mein ek tagde package pe naukri lagi.
Dekhte dekhte Anil ka work experience 10+ years hogaya aur uska package aaj 1 crore ka tha, par umar bhi 37 hogayi thi. Anil mirror ke samne khada yahi soch raha tha. Usne chechre pe ek nazar ghumai toh thodi safed daadhi aur mooch dikh rahi thi. Usne upar dekha toh uske kaafi baal chale gaye the. Anil ki height 5'6 inch thi aur weight 65 kg. Anil hamesha se patla tha aur sports mein kabhi nahi tha. Uska poora dhyan padhai par tha toh kabhi GF bhi nahi thi.
Anil ne khud ki halat dekhi par fir bhi chechre pe ek smile aayi, uska package 1 crore ka hai. Uske saath wale uske aas pass bhi nahi the career mein. Ant mein paisa hi sab kuch hota hai. Anil ko pata tha har samasya ka hal paisa hai. Anil Mumbai mein 10 saal rehne se wo kaafi open minded tha. Uske maa baap aur rishtedaar kaafi saalo se uske peeche pade the shaadi ke liye.
Anil abhi tak 3-4 ladkiyo se mila tha par usse koi pasand nahi aayi, wo ladkiya kafi old college thi jo uske maa baap ko pasand aayi par Anil ko toh ek modern aur sundar ladki chahiye thi. Uski soch thi ki uske salary ke liye wo deserve karta hai. Anil hamesha ki tarah breakfast kar ke office ke liye nikal pada apni car mein. Jaate jaate usne apna Bandra ka flat dekha, haan ji Anil ka BAndra jaise costly area mein ek flat tha jo ki 10 crore ka tha. Anil ko pata tha chahe kuch bhi ho ye achievement koi usse le nahi sakta.
Anil kuch der baad office pocha aur kaam mein busy hogaya.
Shaam ko Anil ghar ko nikla aur thodi der baad hi Mumbai ke traffic mein fass gaya, thodi der mein usse ek call aya jo uske mama ka tha.
Mama: Hello Anil beta
Anil: Ji mama kaise ho aap?
Mama: Main theek hu beta, busy ho kya?
Anil: Nahi boliye na, haesha ki tarah traffic mein fasa hu
Mama: Arey tujhe toh pata hai, jab tak tu shaadi nahi karta hum rukne wale nahi hai
Anil: Hahaha.....Ji mama
Mama: Arey mere pehchaan ki ek family hai, wo bhi Sharma hi hai apne tarah. Unki beti bhi shaadi ki hai aur maine unhe tere baare mein bata diya hai. Mumbai ke hi rehne wale hai.
Anil: Arey mama yaar mujhe nahi karni shaadi
Mama: Par main toh teri shaadi karwa ke hi marunga
Anil: haha....Mama marne ki baat mat karo
Mama: Toh bol ladki dekhne jayega
Anil: Pata nahi yaar......
Mama: Main unhe haa bol raha hu
Anil: Theek hai iss weekend ka bol dijiye
Mama: Done. Love you bhaanje
Anil: haha... love you mama
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Anil ghar poch jata hai aur hamesha ki tarah uske maid aakar khana bana deti hai jo kha ke wo soo jata hai. Uska roj ka yahi routine tha. Dekhte dekhte weekend aagaya. Anil ke mummy papa bhi indore se Mumbai aagaye uske mama ke saath. Subha saare log Anil ki car mein ladki dekhne chale gaye Malvika ke ghar.
Usne socha tha ki sirf ek formal “rishta dekhne” ka drama hai, par mama ne phone pe itna pressure daala tha ki usne finally “theek hai, mil leta hoon” bol diya tha. Car Malvika ke society ke gate pe ruki. Anil ne mirror mein apne baal theek kiye (jitne bache the), shirt ke button check kiye aur ghabraate hue andar gaya. Lift mein jaate waqt uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. 7th floor pe bell bajayi.
Darwaza khula aur Malvika ki mummy ne muskurate hue welcome kiya. Hall mein baithte hi Anil ki nazar yaha waha daudne lagi. Malvika ke mummy ne jor se aawaz lagayi............"Malvika beti jara bahar aana"
Sab ki nazar attached bedroom ki taraf gayi aur Malvika bahar aayi aur hall mein khadi ho gayi.
Anil ke samne Malvika khadi thi.
Anil ke paon wahin jam gaye.
Wo 5'9" thi, bilkul seedhi, confident khadi, ek cream colour ka anarkali suit pehne hue. Suit ka fabric silky tha, jo uske body pe perfectly fit ho raha tha. Deep V-neck tha jisme se uska fair, flawless cleavage thoda sa dikhai de raha tha. Kameez tight thi, uski 34-26-36 ki figure ko har inch highlight kar rahi thi. Uske lambe baal side se ek taraf gir rahe the, aur wo ek badi si jhumka pehne hue thi jo har baar sar hilane pe halke se hil raha tha.
Anil ki saans ruk gayi. Uska muh khula reh gaya.
Malvika ne dheere se smile ki aur aage badh kar namaste kiya. Uski awaaz mein ek natural husk thi, “Namaste Anil ji… aaiye na.”
Anil haklata hua, “Haa… haan… namaste.” Usne haath jod liye, par nazar upar nahi uth rahi thi. Wo seedhe uske hips ki taraf dekh raha tha – anarkali ka flare bilkul perfect tha, lekin uski toned thighs aur curvy waist clearly dikh rahi thi.
Malvika ne notice kiya. Wo muskura di aur apne baal peeche karti hui boli, “Aap thake hue lag rahe hain… baithiye na.”
Anil sofa pe baitha, lekin uska dimaag kaam nahi kar raha tha. Uske saamne Malvika ab cross-leg baith gayi thi. Jaise hi wo baithi, uska anarkali thoda sa upar uth gaya aur uski fair, smooth calf aur ankle dikhne lage. Usne high heels pehni thi – nude colour ki, jo uski height ko aur lambi kar rahi thi.
Anil ki aankhein wahin atak gayi. Usne socha, “Ye… ye real hai kya? Itni lambi, itni hot… aur main… main toh 5'6" ka ganja hoon…”
Malvika ne coffee ka cup aage kiya. Jab wo aage jhuki, uska neckline aur thoda neeche chala gaya aur Anil ko uski black lace bra ka hint dikh gaya. Anil ke samne uske bade milky boobs the jo dekh ke usko paseena aane laga.
Uska dil zor se dhadka. Usne jaldi nazar hata li, lekin Malvika ne pakad liya.
Wo dheere se hasi aur boli, “Aap bohot sharma rahe hain, Anil ji. Relax kijiye.”
Anil ne coffee pi, par haath kaamp rahe the. Usne upar dekha toh Malvika usko seedhe aankhon mein dekh rahi thi, ek naughty si smile ke saath. Jaise wo keh rahi ho, “Mujhe pata hai tum mujhe kitna ghoor rahe ho.”
Phir Malvika khadi hui aur boli, “Chaliye, balcony mein baat karte hain? Yahaan sab log hain.”
Anil ne haan mein sar hilaya aur uske peeche chala. Balcony mein jaate waqt usne peeche mud kar dekha – Malvika ki curvy hips anarkali mein itne perfectly hil rahe the ki Anil ke hosh hi udd gaye.
Usne apne aap ko kosha, “Abe tu 37 saal ka ho gaya hai, itna kyun ghabra raha hai?”
Balcony mein dono side-by-side khade hue. Mumbai ki garmi mein bhi Malvika ki khushboo (koi expensive perfume) Anil ke naak mein ghus rahi thi. Wo thoda aage jhuk kar railing pe haath rakh rahi thi, jisse uska suit aur tight ho gaya aur uski perfect round hips clearly dikhne lagi.
Anil chup tha. Malvika ne side se dekha aur dheere se boli, “Aapko main… pasand aayi?”
Anil ka gala sookh gaya. Usne bas sar hilaya – zor se upar-neeche.
Malvika hans padi. Uski hasi mein ek alag si masti thi. Usne apna phone nikala aur boli, “Selfie le lete hain? Pehli mulaqaat yaad rahegi.”
Jab camera on hua, Malvika uske bilkul paas aa gayi. Uske shoulder uske shoulder se touch ho gaye. Anil ko laga current laga ho. Malvika ne apna haath uski kamar pe rakh diya photo ke liye. Anil ki saari body mein siharan daud gayi.
Photo ke baad Malvika ne dheere se uske kaan mein kaha, “Mujhe bhi aap bohot pasand aaye, Anil ji. Mature, settled… aur bohot cute.”
Anil ke paas se nikalte waqt usne jaan-boojh kar apna haath Anil ke haath se touch kiya. Malvika ka haath galati se balcony mein ek toy ko laga jo neeche gira, usse uthane Malvika neeche jhuki aur uski gaand aur ubhar ke Anil ke samne thi. Anil paseene se lat pat ho gaya aur usse apni kismat par vishwas nahi ho raha tha. Itni lambi, itni sexy, itni gori, itni badi gaand aur boobs, itni open minded.
Anil wapas hall mein aaya toh uska chehra laal tha, saans tez chal rahi thi.
Uske mama ne poocha, “Kya hua beta? Thand lag gayi kya?”
Anil ne bas itna kaha, “Mama… chalo chalte hai.”
Anil aur uska pariwar waha se chal diye.
Us raat jab wo flat mein lauta, Anil bed pe pada aur bas ek hi cheez dimag mein ghum rahi thi – Malvika ka wo anarkali, wo smile, wo touch.
Usne phone uthaya aur mama ko call kiya, “Mama, rishta pakka. Kabhi mat bolna ki maine jaldi nahi maani.”
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Malvika apne room mein bed pe leti thi, ceiling fan ko ghoorte hue. Anil gaya tha, par uska woh awkward sa chehra aur woh dubla patla shareer abhi bhi uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha.
“Ye kon sa uncle bhej diya mummy-papa ne?” usne khud se boli, phir pillow pe muh daba ke chillayi.
Thodi der baad wohi leti rahi, phir uth ke living room mein gayi. Mummy kitchen mein thi, papa newspaper padh rahe the.
“Mummy, papa… mujhe yeh shaadi nahi karni!” Malvika ne seedha bol diya.
Mummy ne kadhai side mein rakhi, “Arre kya hua ab?”
“Woh… woh bilkul pasand nahi hai mujhe! Kitne buddhe lag rahe the! Main uske saath kaise rahoongi?”
Papa ne newspaper neeche kiya, chashma utara, “Malvika, hum dono ke beech bhi toh 9 saal ka difference hai. Teri mummy mujhse chhoti hai. Hum khush hain na?”
Mummy ne bhi saath diya, “Haan beta, umar se kya hota hai? Dil se dil takraar honi chahiye. Aur waise bhi… Anil ka package 1 crore hai. Soch, tu zindagi bhar aish karegi. Jo marzi khareedegi, jahan marzi ghumegi.”
Malvika gusse mein boli, “Mujhe paisa nahi, pyaar chahiye! Aur woh bhi… mujhse 15-16 saal bada hoga!”
Papa ne thandi saans li, “Beta, pyaar toh waqt ke saath ho jaata hai. Aur dekh, humne already haan kar di hai. Rishta pakka ho gaya hai. Ab naa bolna thodi si sharamnak baat hai.”
Mummy aage badhi, Malvika ke kandhe pe haath rakha, “Tu itni sundar hai, itni talented hai… Anil jaise insaan ko toh khush rakhna tere liye left hand ka khel hai. Thoda sa adjust kar le beta. Tere papa thik keh rahe hain, woh tujhe haatho-haath rakhega. Kabhi koi kami nahi hone degi.”
Malvika chup ho gayi. Uske aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par usne roka.
“Main… main sochti hoon,” woh dheeme se boli aur wapas apne room mein chali gayi.
Darwaza band karke woh bed pe gir padi.
Phone uthaya, apni best friend ko call lagaya.
“Priya… mujhe shaadi karni pad rahi hai ek 37 saal ke uncle se… aur mummy-papa nahi maan rahe…”
Phir woh khamosh ho gayi.
Dusri taraf se sirf ek lambi saans aur ek hi sentence aaya:
“Welcome to middle-class Indian arranged marriage, baby girl.”
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Shaadi ki date fix ho gayi thi, sirf 45 din baad. Ghar mein pandit ji aaye, card chhapne lage, designer lehenge ki booking ho gayi. Malvika ab roz “meeting” ke naam pe Anil se milti thi, kyunki mummy-papa bolte the, “Thoda toh ek doosre ko jaan lo.”
Pehli baar coffee shop mein mile toh Malvika late aayi, black crop top aur high-waist jeans mein. Anil pehle se baitha tha, shirt ke button khol ke, paani peete hue nervous.
Malvika table pe baithi aur seedha phone nikaala.
“Dekhiye, aapko meri purani zindagi ke baare mein pata hona chahiye. Warna baad mein shock na lage.”
Phir usne folder khola: “My Portfolio.”
Ek-ek karke photos dikhane lagi.
Malvika muskura ke boli, “Yeh sab main chod rahi hoon aapke liye. Ab sirf ghar aur aap.”
Anil ne gallery mein ek photo zoom kiya, jismein Malvika side pose mein thi, waist se neeche kuch nahi tha sirf ek thin saree pallu. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
“Ye… yeh… bohot bold hai,” woh haklate hue bola.
Malvika ne phone wapas liya, dheere se uske haath pe haath rakha aur boli,
“Wo sab chodo. Bas ab aap decide karo… in photos ko delete kar dun ya aapke phone mein rakh dun memory ke liye?”
Anil ne ek lambi saans li, paseena pochha, aur dheeme se bola,
“Rakh… rakh lo. Delete mat karna.”
Malvika hans padi, “Good boy.”
Phir coffee khatam karke uthi aur boli,
“Chaliye ab, aapke ghar chalen? Aapko mera wedding lehenga try karna hai… aur shayad kuch aur bhi try karna ho.”
Anil ka dil zor se dhadka. Woh chupchap uske peeche chal pada, jaise koi sapna dekh raha ho.
Ab yeh daily ka routine ban gaya tha.
Shaam ko 8 baje, Anil apni Creta leke Malvika ke ghar ke neeche pahunchta.
Horn nahi bajata, bas ek “I’m here” WhatsApp karta aur wait karta.
5 minute baad Malvika neeche aati, har roz kuch na kuch nayi: kabhi short skirt, kabhi off-shoulder top, kabhi bodycon dress jo uske curves ko bilkul chhupati nahi thi.
Anil darwaza kholta, Malvika andar baithti, seat belt lagati, aur jaise hi belt uske cleavage ke beech se guzarta, Anil ki nazar wahi atak jaati.
Phir woh jhat se nazar hata leta, steering pakad ke seedha dekhne lagta, jaise sadak pe koi khoj kar raha ho.
Car mein silence.
Malvika phone pe reels dekhti, kabhi-kabhi hans padti.
Anil side se uski nangi thighs dekhta, phir sharma ke aankhein hata leta.
Ek baar Malvika ne skirt thodi si aur upar kar li (jaise galti se), Anil ka haath gear pe kaanpne laga.
Coffee shop pahunchte-pahunchte Anil ka shirt gale tak geela ho jata paseene se.
Table pe baithte hi Malvika apne phone mein gallery kholti aur bolti,
“Aaj yeh wala shoot dekho… Maldives mein kiya tha.”
Photo mein Malvika bikini mein thi, back towards camera, bikini string knot khula hua, hips pe haath.
Anil photo dekhta aur bas “hmm… wow… amazing” bolta rehta, aankhein badi-badi karke.
Malvika paon se paon chhoo deti table ke neeche, uska sandal utar ke uske calf pe touch karti.
Anil ka pura badan current lag jata, woh chair pe seedha baith jata, haath table pe rakh ke chhupane ki koshish karta ki kuch ho raha hai neeche.
Ek baar Malvika ne coffee peete hue dheere se bola,
“Anil ji… aap itna ghoorte kyun ho? "
Anil ne coffee muh mein hi rehne di, khaansi chhoot gayi.
“Arre nahi-nahi… aise hi… matlab… bohot sundar lagti ho tum…”
Malvika hans ke boli,
“20 din baad toh haq ban jayega pura. Abhi itna darr kyun rahe ho?”
Anil ne napkin se muh pochha, paseena pochha, aur bas smile karke bola,
“Thoda time do na… abhi toh sirf mangetar ho…”
Malvika ne aankh maari,
“Sirf 20 din. Tick-tock, uncle ji.” Hahaha
Anil raat ko ghar jaake bhi chain se nahi sota tha.
Phone mein Malvika ke photos save karke dekhta rehta, dil zor-zor se dhadakta, par himmat nahi hoti ek bhi flirty message karne ki.
Bas ek hi message jaata tha har raat 11 baje:
“Good night ❤️”
Aur Malvika reply karti: “Sweet dreams… future husband ?”
Anil phone side mein rakh ke blanket odh leta aur sochta,
“Yaar… yeh ladki mujhe maar dalegi.”
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Dekhte dekhte Anil ka work experience 10+ years hogaya aur uska package aaj 1 crore ka tha, par umar bhi 37 hogayi thi. Anil mirror ke samne khada yahi soch raha tha. Usne chechre pe ek nazar ghumai toh thodi safed daadhi aur mooch dikh rahi thi. Usne upar dekha toh uske kaafi baal chale gaye the. Anil ki height 5'6 inch thi aur weight 65 kg. Anil hamesha se patla tha aur sports mein kabhi nahi tha. Uska poora dhyan padhai par tha toh kabhi GF bhi nahi thi.
Anil ne khud ki halat dekhi par fir bhi chechre pe ek smile aayi, uska package 1 crore ka hai. Uske saath wale uske aas pass bhi nahi the career mein. Ant mein paisa hi sab kuch hota hai. Anil ko pata tha har samasya ka hal paisa hai. Anil Mumbai mein 10 saal rehne se wo kaafi open minded tha. Uske maa baap aur rishtedaar kaafi saalo se uske peeche pade the shaadi ke liye.
Anil abhi tak 3-4 ladkiyo se mila tha par usse koi pasand nahi aayi, wo ladkiya kafi old college thi jo uske maa baap ko pasand aayi par Anil ko toh ek modern aur sundar ladki chahiye thi. Uski soch thi ki uske salary ke liye wo deserve karta hai. Anil hamesha ki tarah breakfast kar ke office ke liye nikal pada apni car mein. Jaate jaate usne apna Bandra ka flat dekha, haan ji Anil ka BAndra jaise costly area mein ek flat tha jo ki 10 crore ka tha. Anil ko pata tha chahe kuch bhi ho ye achievement koi usse le nahi sakta.
Anil kuch der baad office pocha aur kaam mein busy hogaya.
Shaam ko Anil ghar ko nikla aur thodi der baad hi Mumbai ke traffic mein fass gaya, thodi der mein usse ek call aya jo uske mama ka tha.
Mama: Hello Anil beta
Anil: Ji mama kaise ho aap?
Mama: Main theek hu beta, busy ho kya?
Anil: Nahi boliye na, haesha ki tarah traffic mein fasa hu
Mama: Arey tujhe toh pata hai, jab tak tu shaadi nahi karta hum rukne wale nahi hai
Anil: Hahaha.....Ji mama
Mama: Arey mere pehchaan ki ek family hai, wo bhi Sharma hi hai apne tarah. Unki beti bhi shaadi ki hai aur maine unhe tere baare mein bata diya hai. Mumbai ke hi rehne wale hai.
Anil: Arey mama yaar mujhe nahi karni shaadi
Mama: Par main toh teri shaadi karwa ke hi marunga
Anil: haha....Mama marne ki baat mat karo
Mama: Toh bol ladki dekhne jayega
Anil: Pata nahi yaar......
Mama: Main unhe haa bol raha hu
Anil: Theek hai iss weekend ka bol dijiye
Mama: Done. Love you bhaanje
Anil: haha... love you mama
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Anil ghar poch jata hai aur hamesha ki tarah uske maid aakar khana bana deti hai jo kha ke wo soo jata hai. Uska roj ka yahi routine tha. Dekhte dekhte weekend aagaya. Anil ke mummy papa bhi indore se Mumbai aagaye uske mama ke saath. Subha saare log Anil ki car mein ladki dekhne chale gaye Malvika ke ghar.
Usne socha tha ki sirf ek formal “rishta dekhne” ka drama hai, par mama ne phone pe itna pressure daala tha ki usne finally “theek hai, mil leta hoon” bol diya tha. Car Malvika ke society ke gate pe ruki. Anil ne mirror mein apne baal theek kiye (jitne bache the), shirt ke button check kiye aur ghabraate hue andar gaya. Lift mein jaate waqt uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. 7th floor pe bell bajayi.
Darwaza khula aur Malvika ki mummy ne muskurate hue welcome kiya. Hall mein baithte hi Anil ki nazar yaha waha daudne lagi. Malvika ke mummy ne jor se aawaz lagayi............"Malvika beti jara bahar aana"
Sab ki nazar attached bedroom ki taraf gayi aur Malvika bahar aayi aur hall mein khadi ho gayi.
Anil ke samne Malvika khadi thi.
Anil ke paon wahin jam gaye.
Wo 5'9" thi, bilkul seedhi, confident khadi, ek cream colour ka anarkali suit pehne hue. Suit ka fabric silky tha, jo uske body pe perfectly fit ho raha tha. Deep V-neck tha jisme se uska fair, flawless cleavage thoda sa dikhai de raha tha. Kameez tight thi, uski 34-26-36 ki figure ko har inch highlight kar rahi thi. Uske lambe baal side se ek taraf gir rahe the, aur wo ek badi si jhumka pehne hue thi jo har baar sar hilane pe halke se hil raha tha.
Anil ki saans ruk gayi. Uska muh khula reh gaya.
Malvika ne dheere se smile ki aur aage badh kar namaste kiya. Uski awaaz mein ek natural husk thi, “Namaste Anil ji… aaiye na.”
Anil haklata hua, “Haa… haan… namaste.” Usne haath jod liye, par nazar upar nahi uth rahi thi. Wo seedhe uske hips ki taraf dekh raha tha – anarkali ka flare bilkul perfect tha, lekin uski toned thighs aur curvy waist clearly dikh rahi thi.
Malvika ne notice kiya. Wo muskura di aur apne baal peeche karti hui boli, “Aap thake hue lag rahe hain… baithiye na.”
Anil sofa pe baitha, lekin uska dimaag kaam nahi kar raha tha. Uske saamne Malvika ab cross-leg baith gayi thi. Jaise hi wo baithi, uska anarkali thoda sa upar uth gaya aur uski fair, smooth calf aur ankle dikhne lage. Usne high heels pehni thi – nude colour ki, jo uski height ko aur lambi kar rahi thi.
Anil ki aankhein wahin atak gayi. Usne socha, “Ye… ye real hai kya? Itni lambi, itni hot… aur main… main toh 5'6" ka ganja hoon…”
Malvika ne coffee ka cup aage kiya. Jab wo aage jhuki, uska neckline aur thoda neeche chala gaya aur Anil ko uski black lace bra ka hint dikh gaya. Anil ke samne uske bade milky boobs the jo dekh ke usko paseena aane laga.
Uska dil zor se dhadka. Usne jaldi nazar hata li, lekin Malvika ne pakad liya.
Wo dheere se hasi aur boli, “Aap bohot sharma rahe hain, Anil ji. Relax kijiye.”
Anil ne coffee pi, par haath kaamp rahe the. Usne upar dekha toh Malvika usko seedhe aankhon mein dekh rahi thi, ek naughty si smile ke saath. Jaise wo keh rahi ho, “Mujhe pata hai tum mujhe kitna ghoor rahe ho.”
Phir Malvika khadi hui aur boli, “Chaliye, balcony mein baat karte hain? Yahaan sab log hain.”
Anil ne haan mein sar hilaya aur uske peeche chala. Balcony mein jaate waqt usne peeche mud kar dekha – Malvika ki curvy hips anarkali mein itne perfectly hil rahe the ki Anil ke hosh hi udd gaye.
Usne apne aap ko kosha, “Abe tu 37 saal ka ho gaya hai, itna kyun ghabra raha hai?”
Balcony mein dono side-by-side khade hue. Mumbai ki garmi mein bhi Malvika ki khushboo (koi expensive perfume) Anil ke naak mein ghus rahi thi. Wo thoda aage jhuk kar railing pe haath rakh rahi thi, jisse uska suit aur tight ho gaya aur uski perfect round hips clearly dikhne lagi.
Anil chup tha. Malvika ne side se dekha aur dheere se boli, “Aapko main… pasand aayi?”
Anil ka gala sookh gaya. Usne bas sar hilaya – zor se upar-neeche.
Malvika hans padi. Uski hasi mein ek alag si masti thi. Usne apna phone nikala aur boli, “Selfie le lete hain? Pehli mulaqaat yaad rahegi.”
Jab camera on hua, Malvika uske bilkul paas aa gayi. Uske shoulder uske shoulder se touch ho gaye. Anil ko laga current laga ho. Malvika ne apna haath uski kamar pe rakh diya photo ke liye. Anil ki saari body mein siharan daud gayi.
Photo ke baad Malvika ne dheere se uske kaan mein kaha, “Mujhe bhi aap bohot pasand aaye, Anil ji. Mature, settled… aur bohot cute.”
Anil ke paas se nikalte waqt usne jaan-boojh kar apna haath Anil ke haath se touch kiya. Malvika ka haath galati se balcony mein ek toy ko laga jo neeche gira, usse uthane Malvika neeche jhuki aur uski gaand aur ubhar ke Anil ke samne thi. Anil paseene se lat pat ho gaya aur usse apni kismat par vishwas nahi ho raha tha. Itni lambi, itni sexy, itni gori, itni badi gaand aur boobs, itni open minded.
Anil wapas hall mein aaya toh uska chehra laal tha, saans tez chal rahi thi.
Uske mama ne poocha, “Kya hua beta? Thand lag gayi kya?”
Anil ne bas itna kaha, “Mama… chalo chalte hai.”
Anil aur uska pariwar waha se chal diye.
Us raat jab wo flat mein lauta, Anil bed pe pada aur bas ek hi cheez dimag mein ghum rahi thi – Malvika ka wo anarkali, wo smile, wo touch.
Usne phone uthaya aur mama ko call kiya, “Mama, rishta pakka. Kabhi mat bolna ki maine jaldi nahi maani.”
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Malvika apne room mein bed pe leti thi, ceiling fan ko ghoorte hue. Anil gaya tha, par uska woh awkward sa chehra aur woh dubla patla shareer abhi bhi uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha.
“Ye kon sa uncle bhej diya mummy-papa ne?” usne khud se boli, phir pillow pe muh daba ke chillayi.
Thodi der baad wohi leti rahi, phir uth ke living room mein gayi. Mummy kitchen mein thi, papa newspaper padh rahe the.
“Mummy, papa… mujhe yeh shaadi nahi karni!” Malvika ne seedha bol diya.
Mummy ne kadhai side mein rakhi, “Arre kya hua ab?”
“Woh… woh bilkul pasand nahi hai mujhe! Kitne buddhe lag rahe the! Main uske saath kaise rahoongi?”
Papa ne newspaper neeche kiya, chashma utara, “Malvika, hum dono ke beech bhi toh 9 saal ka difference hai. Teri mummy mujhse chhoti hai. Hum khush hain na?”
Mummy ne bhi saath diya, “Haan beta, umar se kya hota hai? Dil se dil takraar honi chahiye. Aur waise bhi… Anil ka package 1 crore hai. Soch, tu zindagi bhar aish karegi. Jo marzi khareedegi, jahan marzi ghumegi.”
Malvika gusse mein boli, “Mujhe paisa nahi, pyaar chahiye! Aur woh bhi… mujhse 15-16 saal bada hoga!”
Papa ne thandi saans li, “Beta, pyaar toh waqt ke saath ho jaata hai. Aur dekh, humne already haan kar di hai. Rishta pakka ho gaya hai. Ab naa bolna thodi si sharamnak baat hai.”
Mummy aage badhi, Malvika ke kandhe pe haath rakha, “Tu itni sundar hai, itni talented hai… Anil jaise insaan ko toh khush rakhna tere liye left hand ka khel hai. Thoda sa adjust kar le beta. Tere papa thik keh rahe hain, woh tujhe haatho-haath rakhega. Kabhi koi kami nahi hone degi.”
Malvika chup ho gayi. Uske aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par usne roka.
“Main… main sochti hoon,” woh dheeme se boli aur wapas apne room mein chali gayi.
Darwaza band karke woh bed pe gir padi.
Phone uthaya, apni best friend ko call lagaya.
“Priya… mujhe shaadi karni pad rahi hai ek 37 saal ke uncle se… aur mummy-papa nahi maan rahe…”
Phir woh khamosh ho gayi.
Dusri taraf se sirf ek lambi saans aur ek hi sentence aaya:
“Welcome to middle-class Indian arranged marriage, baby girl.”
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Shaadi ki date fix ho gayi thi, sirf 45 din baad. Ghar mein pandit ji aaye, card chhapne lage, designer lehenge ki booking ho gayi. Malvika ab roz “meeting” ke naam pe Anil se milti thi, kyunki mummy-papa bolte the, “Thoda toh ek doosre ko jaan lo.”
Pehli baar coffee shop mein mile toh Malvika late aayi, black crop top aur high-waist jeans mein. Anil pehle se baitha tha, shirt ke button khol ke, paani peete hue nervous.
Malvika table pe baithi aur seedha phone nikaala.
“Dekhiye, aapko meri purani zindagi ke baare mein pata hona chahiye. Warna baad mein shock na lage.”
Phir usne folder khola: “My Portfolio.”
Ek-ek karke photos dikhane lagi.
- Bikini shoot in Goa, samundar ke kinare, wet hair, body pe paani ki boondein.
- Lingerie campaign, black lace bra-panty, high heels, red lips.
- Ramp walk video, backless blouse, deep neck, camera flash mein uska perfect figure chamak raha tha.
Malvika muskura ke boli, “Yeh sab main chod rahi hoon aapke liye. Ab sirf ghar aur aap.”
Anil ne gallery mein ek photo zoom kiya, jismein Malvika side pose mein thi, waist se neeche kuch nahi tha sirf ek thin saree pallu. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
“Ye… yeh… bohot bold hai,” woh haklate hue bola.
Malvika ne phone wapas liya, dheere se uske haath pe haath rakha aur boli,
“Wo sab chodo. Bas ab aap decide karo… in photos ko delete kar dun ya aapke phone mein rakh dun memory ke liye?”
Anil ne ek lambi saans li, paseena pochha, aur dheeme se bola,
“Rakh… rakh lo. Delete mat karna.”
Malvika hans padi, “Good boy.”
Phir coffee khatam karke uthi aur boli,
“Chaliye ab, aapke ghar chalen? Aapko mera wedding lehenga try karna hai… aur shayad kuch aur bhi try karna ho.”
Anil ka dil zor se dhadka. Woh chupchap uske peeche chal pada, jaise koi sapna dekh raha ho.
Ab yeh daily ka routine ban gaya tha.
Shaam ko 8 baje, Anil apni Creta leke Malvika ke ghar ke neeche pahunchta.
Horn nahi bajata, bas ek “I’m here” WhatsApp karta aur wait karta.
5 minute baad Malvika neeche aati, har roz kuch na kuch nayi: kabhi short skirt, kabhi off-shoulder top, kabhi bodycon dress jo uske curves ko bilkul chhupati nahi thi.
Anil darwaza kholta, Malvika andar baithti, seat belt lagati, aur jaise hi belt uske cleavage ke beech se guzarta, Anil ki nazar wahi atak jaati.
Phir woh jhat se nazar hata leta, steering pakad ke seedha dekhne lagta, jaise sadak pe koi khoj kar raha ho.
Car mein silence.
Malvika phone pe reels dekhti, kabhi-kabhi hans padti.
Anil side se uski nangi thighs dekhta, phir sharma ke aankhein hata leta.
Ek baar Malvika ne skirt thodi si aur upar kar li (jaise galti se), Anil ka haath gear pe kaanpne laga.
Coffee shop pahunchte-pahunchte Anil ka shirt gale tak geela ho jata paseene se.
Table pe baithte hi Malvika apne phone mein gallery kholti aur bolti,
“Aaj yeh wala shoot dekho… Maldives mein kiya tha.”
Photo mein Malvika bikini mein thi, back towards camera, bikini string knot khula hua, hips pe haath.
Anil photo dekhta aur bas “hmm… wow… amazing” bolta rehta, aankhein badi-badi karke.
Malvika paon se paon chhoo deti table ke neeche, uska sandal utar ke uske calf pe touch karti.
Anil ka pura badan current lag jata, woh chair pe seedha baith jata, haath table pe rakh ke chhupane ki koshish karta ki kuch ho raha hai neeche.
Ek baar Malvika ne coffee peete hue dheere se bola,
“Anil ji… aap itna ghoorte kyun ho? "
Anil ne coffee muh mein hi rehne di, khaansi chhoot gayi.
“Arre nahi-nahi… aise hi… matlab… bohot sundar lagti ho tum…”
Malvika hans ke boli,
“20 din baad toh haq ban jayega pura. Abhi itna darr kyun rahe ho?”
Anil ne napkin se muh pochha, paseena pochha, aur bas smile karke bola,
“Thoda time do na… abhi toh sirf mangetar ho…”
Malvika ne aankh maari,
“Sirf 20 din. Tick-tock, uncle ji.” Hahaha
Anil raat ko ghar jaake bhi chain se nahi sota tha.
Phone mein Malvika ke photos save karke dekhta rehta, dil zor-zor se dhadakta, par himmat nahi hoti ek bhi flirty message karne ki.
Bas ek hi message jaata tha har raat 11 baje:
“Good night ❤️”
Aur Malvika reply karti: “Sweet dreams… future husband ?”
Anil phone side mein rakh ke blanket odh leta aur sochta,
“Yaar… yeh ladki mujhe maar dalegi.”
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